"Ahem!"
Hiromi Higuruma cleared his throat twice, collected himself, and asked Araki Itsuki a question.
"Leaving the lawyer business aside, you came to find me for my hundred points, didn't you?"
Araki Itsuki shook his head. Higuruma's cursed technique was the only thing that interested him.
"The strong don't pay any attention to modern sorcerers who gained cursed techniques through the culling game. All they care about are those reincarnated old monsters."
"But you're different, Hiromi Higuruma. Your cursed technique is very interesting."
Hiromi Higuruma breathed a sigh of relief, spread his hands in the bathtub, and said seriously:
"As long as you're not here to end the culling game."
"Lately, I've sensed a possibility within the culling game."
"The law is sometimes powerless, but I've gained genuine jujutsu and power."
"What if there were no need for lawsuits or prosecutions, no need to expend manpower and resources distinguishing truth from falsehood?"
"Anyone who broke the rules would receive the appropriate punishment, as though everything lived according to the laws of physics."
Deep thought and fervor showed in Hiromi Higuruma's eyes. He yearned desperately for a world where evil received its just deserts.
Araki Itsuki interlaced his fingers, interest showing on his face.
"If Fushiguro were here, the two of you would have plenty to talk about."
"But for now, let me see what you're capable of."
Soaking wet, Hiromi Higuruma straightened his tie and stood.
Behind him stood a reaper-like figure, its sides spread like a bat's wings, with weights hanging from them, resembling a set of scales.
Its pale eyes were sewn shut, making it utterly unnerving.
"Have you ever beaten someone who pissed you off to death with your own hands? It's more satisfying than you'd imagine."
Araki Itsuki laughed.
"Imagine?"
"I've beaten so many people to